After Yang Wudi finished speaking, he saw Dongfang Jing's calm and indifferent eyes.
There was no anger, no impatience, and no prevarication in his golden eyes.
Yang Wudi's body hair went down in a split second.
He suddenly realized that from beginning to end, the leader of the Blazing Sun Temple had never shown any emotion such as excitement, regret, or urgency.
There was only indifference and murderous intent.
'Is he really planning to touch Bibi Dong?'
Thinking of this, Yang Wudi's arms, which had been crossed in front of his chest, fell limply to his sides.
He looked down at the ground and fell into deep thought.
Niu Gao walked over and patted him on the shoulder, while Bai He patted his other shoulder in return.
Then, Baihe turned to Dongfang Jing and glanced around the dilapidated council hall, which was struggling to afford renovations.
He gritted his teeth: "The Min clan is willing to join."
"I, Old Niu, will follow too." Niu Gao followed closely behind.
Both of them looked at Yang Wudi, who stood there with a worried expression, hesitant to speak.
Just then, Dongfang Jing took something out.
A flower appeared in Dongfang Jing's hand.
It was a large, pale pink flower.
Each petal is crystal clear, refracting a faint halo of light.
As soon as the flower was taken out, a delicate fragrance quietly spread throughout the air.
The aroma was so refreshing that it instantly made one feel comfortable the moment it entered the nasal cavity.
The entire council hall was filled with this subtle fragrance.
Bai He took a breath and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He didn't know anything about herbs, but he could sense that this flower was definitely extraordinary.
Niu Gao, too, although I didn't know him, his smell was indeed very pleasant.
Therefore, the two of them understood that the old goat was about to get excited.
Yang Wudi was so shocked that he jumped up from his chair as if he had been struck by lightning.
His eyes widened, and his breathing became heavy.
His gaze was fixed on that flower.
"This...this is..." Yang Wudi's voice trembled as he stammered, "Fragrant...Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Item?!"
His hands unconsciously reached out, wanting to touch, but then stopped halfway.
His fingers trembled several times in the air, but he didn't dare to touch it.
Although he was extremely agitated, reason prevailed over him.
Bai He and Niu Gao exchanged a glance.
They didn't understand herbs, but they knew Yang Wudi all too well.
This old man, known for his eccentricity and stubbornness, had only one hobby in his life: cultivating his skills and refining medicine.
He had an almost obsessive fascination with all kinds of rare medicinal herbs.
Every time he obtained a good medicinal herb, he would be so excited that he wouldn't sleep for three days and three nights.
And now, look at Yang Wudi's expression, as if he's about to suffocate...
The value of this flower is probably far beyond their imagination.
Dongfang Jing held the flower in front of him, speaking softly.
"I've heard that Clan Chief Yang is quite interested in alchemy. If the Po clan agrees to join my Blazing Sun Temple, I'll lend you this Fragrant Silk Immortal Item."
"Of course, this is a treasure of my Blazing Sun Temple, so I am only lending it to you. Don't think about anything you shouldn't think about."
Yang Wudi's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
His gaze darted back and forth between the flower and the oriental mirror.
"You...you really mean it?"
Dongfang Jing nodded: "I keep my word."
Yang Wudi swallowed hard.
His mind was already racing, calculating various combinations of prescriptions.
It struggled for a few more seconds.
"Alright, I, from the Broken Clan, join you! From now on, I'll follow you!"
Yang Wudi's voice became much louder and more confident.
After receiving the flowers from Dongfang Jing, he held them in his hands with great care.
"Why didn't you take it out sooner! If you had, I wouldn't have had to worry about it for so long! Hahaha!"
Bai He and Niu Gao rolled their eyes at the same time.
Yang Wudi didn't care what they thought.
He brought the flower to his nose and took a deep breath; he felt like he was floating.
After a while, he remembered that there was one more thing he hadn't mentioned, so he quickly added it.
"But let's make this clear first, your organization is not allowed to restrict me. I can refine medicine whenever I want, and I can cultivate whenever I want."
Dongfang Jing also curled the corners of his mouth.
"Of course I won't restrict your freedom. But since you've joined the organization, you can't just sit idly by when it's time to contribute."
"Of course." Yang Wudi nodded readily.
The white crane shook its head as it watched this scene.
The complex emotions he felt subsided considerably at that moment.
Since Yang Wudi has already agreed, what else is there for him and Niu Gao to say?
All I can say is, I'm sorry, old gorilla...
As for what to do next, let's take it one step at a time.
It's better than just struggling to get by like this.
After all, he has a beautiful granddaughter to raise, and he can't let her live a frugal life with him.
At this point—
The Breaking Clan, the Defending Clan, and the Agile Clan.
The three races gathered and joined the Temple of the Blazing Sun.
Afterwards, the parties sat down together and talked for most of the day about the allocation of personnel.
The final solution basically meets the wishes of all parties.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School provided funds and resources, but they lacked a capable Soul Master force.
Therefore, most of the ordinary disciples from the three clans were incorporated into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Fengzhi was very satisfied with the result.
The addition of several hundred multi-attribute Soul Masters has greatly enhanced the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's foundation.
On the other hand, Dongfang Jing wants elite disciples.
The nature of the work at the Temple of the Blazing Sun dictates that while a large number of people are not necessary, each one must be a capable fighter.
Fighting evil spirit masters is no child's play; those fallen ones are ruthless and their cultivation levels vary greatly.
Sending out disciples who are too weak is not a mission, but a death sentence.
Therefore, Dongfang Jing only selected a small number of elites from the three sects who were ranked high in strength, had rich combat experience, and were willing to participate.
Including the members recruited previously, the total number of people in the Temple of the Blazing Sun has now reached more than three hundred.
Although the number of participants is small, their quality is extremely high.
After leaving the Min clan, the group stayed overnight at a nearby inn.
The next morning.
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin found the Eastern Mirror together.
The three of them sat on the terrace on the second floor of the inn, where the sun was shining brightly.
Ning Fengzhi took out a map from his pocket and laid it flat on the table.
"Nephew, the Blazing Sun Temple is not what it used to be. With over three hundred people, we can't keep them all staying in their original sects waiting for news like before, can we?"
Dongfang Jing nodded.
Indeed, when there were fewer people, the members of each branch stayed in their own sects and families, and only went out when they received orders.
But now that the organization has grown larger, with people from various factions mixed together, a unified headquarters is needed for coordination and training.
"Do you have any good places to recommend?" Dongfang Jing asked.
Ning Fengzhi smiled.
He stretched out his finger and swiped left and right on the map, finally pointing to an area within Tiandou City.
"here."
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